Always Mine (An MCU Fanfiction)

5: Bring Her Home

Peyton's POV

Some hours later, I overheard Phil ask Steve to sign one of his trading cards.

"I mean, if not too much trouble," he continued.

"No, no. It's fine," Steve replied, like it wasn't any problem for him.

Most of the time, he stayed on the bridge observing the whole crew and us in action. Steve had noticed how worried Sean, Vince, Craig, Nicole, and I were for Casey. Then again, it wasn't exactly subtle. Vince looked like he'd consumed three gallons of coffee, Nicole kept fiddling with her sleeves, and Craig had probably worn a groove into the floor from pacing. He had read our files, wanting to know a bit more about us, and asked how we were handling the situation for young agents like ourselves.

"It's a vintage set," Phil added. "It took me a couple of years to collect them all. Near mint. Slight foxing around the edges but..."

I rolled my eyes. Phil was never going to give up on asking Steve for his autograph.

"We got a hit!" Agent Jasper Sitwell called out. "Sixty-seven percent match. Wait, crossmatch...seventy-nine percent."

Something told me we just found Loki and the Tesseract, and hopefully Casey.

"Location?" Phil asked.

"Stuttgart, Germany," Vince replied, launching himself across the room and beating Sitwell to answer Phil's question. I knew he was thinking the same thing. "28 Königstrasse. He's not exactly hiding."

A map appeared on one of the monitors, and it included a surveillance shot of Loki with Casey at his side. I noticed they were dressed up formally for some event going on. Casey looked unharmed from a distance. Somehow that made it worse. She looked calm in the image. Knowing Casey, that probably meant she was furious.

The address led to a museum. With that many civilians around, this wasn't going to be easy, but we didn't exactly have another option.

"Captain, Agents Dane, Emmons, Gloss, and Harker," Fury called, "You're all up."

Craig was already moving before Fury finished talking. If Fury had told us to jump out of the Helicarrier without parachutes to get Casey back, Craig probably would've volunteered first.

Sean, Nicole, and I nodded at each other. Sean looked calm as usual. Nicole looked nervous. I was pretty sure I looked like I wanted to kick down a wall and drag Casey home myself.

"Bring her home, dudes," Vince said, nodding at us. My twin looked one missed heartbeat away from hitching a ride on the Quinjet whether Fury approved it or not.

The three of us left the bridge and went through one of the hallways, arriving in a sector where our uniforms, mainly jumpsuits, were kept. Mine had a flame print on all the sleeves and neckline. Sean and Nicole's suits were plain black, dark blue, and gray, the colors of SHIELD. Nearby was Casey's uniform, which was indigo with a gray sparrow printed on the front. The neat part on the back was that it had wings imprinted on it.

Once we got into our suits, Sean, Nicole, and I met up with Steve, Natasha, and Craig at the hangar where we boarded one of the Quinjets and took off straight for Stuttgart.